Nan brightened a little as she always did when any one mentioned Munich. “Those were good days,” she returned. “Don’t you often wish yourself back there?”
“I must confess that I sometimes do. I made some good friends there whom I should like to see again.”
“So did we all, I think. Do you remember Herr Greencap, Dr. Paul?” Somehow Jo’s affairs were in her mind overtopping all else.
“Yes, a bad lot, wasn’t he?”
“And you were so good about getting Jo out of that scrape. She has never mentioned his name since, and I don’t believe she was ever more ashamed of herself. She has been most particular whom she encourages, and always consults mother or Aunt Helen when she is with us.”
“That shows she is the right sort. I’d rather a person would have a fault, acknowledge and mend it than go blindly on in an obstinate, colorless goody-goody way, for such seldom admit error when temptation comes. It takes a strong character to resist, or rather to overcome and to acknowledge the fault.”
“Oh, Jo would always be frank. There isn’t the least sneakiness about her, and yes, she has a strong character, I am sure.”
“Do you ever hear anything about Frau Pfeffer and her family?” asked the doctor still remembering Munich days.
“That was another time you came to our aid. Yes, we hear through Mr. Pinckney. They are all doing well and as happy as clams at high tide.”
“Your friend Miss Dolores is not married yet?”